Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
Our Little Girl
... Through the interludes of prayer ...
My Friend
... Warm, tender, brave, and strong ...
The Little Fat Doctor
... "And it's pleasant," I thought, "though I yearn to see ...
The Wife-Blessed
... Through tears he paints her, as is meet, ...
Tom Van Arden
... Played with hearts like jugglers' balls ...
An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
... An' ever'thing he have wuz _gold--_, ...
Curly Locks
... Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,-- ...
The Stepmother
... We sobbed and shook and wouldn't look, ...
The Hoodoo
... More like Spring- than Winter-weather!-- ...
Her Hair
... In careless knots whose coilings come unrolled ...
Her Face And Brow
... Of sweetest white beneath the moon-- ...
Reach Your Hand To Me
... -- Reach your hand to me, my friend! ...
A' Old Played-Out Song
... And I grope through the dark, lookin' up'ards ...
The Serenade
... She drains like some strange opiate, with awed eyes ...
The Good, Old-Fashioned People
... An' sheered with all jist ever'thing!-- ...
